Sometimes, you can tell it's going to be a bad day before you even wake up. Sometimes, you just feel it in your bones, in your gut, like it's some kind of sixth sense or another instinct. Sometimes, you just know.
Today, was going to be a bad day.
I rolled out of bed, precisly four minutes too late, which, in turn, meant my whole day would run four minutes behind, no matter what I did, or how I hard I tried to catch up. And, in a hospital, four minutes is about two minutes longer than life or death. As I rushed out of my room, I found that Turk and Carla were already gone, leaving me to ride Sasha on this particularly cold morning. I glanced out the window, only to find yet another blanket of snow pouring over the entire city.
I dressed quickly (stubbing my toe on the bed post, of course) and shot out the door, into the artic tundra. I pushed the snow off Sasha's seat and hopped on, ready to go, thinking maybe the morning could've been worse. I turned the key and...nada. I tried again...zip. Praying that the third time actually was the charm, I tried again. Still nothing. Sasha was dead. I heaved out a very frustrated sigh and stood, pulling my coat around me tighter and looking in the direction toward Sacred Heart, that hell-hole I slithered into every day. My shoulders slumped and I started to trek on foot, asking, praying, pleading, begging to God that the day wouldn't get any worse.
Yeah, right.
"Newbie, are you reeeaaly trying to get people killed, 'cause, that's kinda' what it seems like to me!" Cox barked as soon as my foot was inside the hospital. Despite my shivering, stiff limbs, and probably-blue-tinted lips, he let off a sharp whistle and jerked his head to the side, commanding me to follow. Without so much as a blink, I did. "We had a car accident come in about two minutes ago—(See? Two minutes' difference.)—"and there's a man in his forties that is in surgery right now." This stopped me. If he was already in surgery, it was hardly any concern of mine. Still, I followed, my mind not processing everything, until we were in a examination room. I eyed the place, only to find it empty.